Text: Devendra Banhart. A Gentle Soul.

He told me himself
He's a gentle soul
I saw for myself
He's a gentle soul
Camilla's a calming name
Like windowing
Camilla's a calming name
Like windowing
There's nobody else with your babe's little eyes
This is number fourteen out of how many tries
Your voice has a calming strain
All whispering
My voice wants to do the same oh brothering
All alone in your zoo of numbers and clues
Of colors and hues
He told me himself
He's a gentle soul